I'm spent and a little peeved. Earlier today, I thought Hubby and I were just going out to pick up laundry and go to a general goods shop. We did the former, then he had the idea to visit a local site. Turned out the the roads to it were restricted access, so he suggested we walk. I assumed it would be a 30 min each way deal, but no. I had no clue, when leaving home, that I should prepare for what was ahead.

As we walked, I kept reminding him we were only going down down downhill, and what that meant for the return. We kept heading down for over an hour. When we "got there" it was just a little interesting, no more. I was hungry (it was after noon) and had to pee. Fortunately there was a pub there, so we solved those two issues. But the return was ahead.

Up, up, up semi to steep hills. And, it started to rain. I had a thin jacket on that wasn't water resistant and had no hood and was not wearing hiking boots. I trudged far ahead of him because a) I'm in better shape, despite being in poor shape, and b) I find hoofing up hills easier at a faster clip, rather than a slow one. He struggled, as I predicted and looked tertible. I occasiknally stopped to wait for him to ask how he was. We got to the car soaked and miserable, after almost 3 hours walking (half uphill) and perhaps a one hour break at the restaurant. I took a shower after peeling off the wet clothes (soaked through my shirt and bra), and put my frizzing hair in a pony tail after a couple days with it straight, sleek, and sassy, after its fix in Prague Sayonara! I'm in bed now, warming up, at 3 pm.